Sunday, August 04, 2013


Perceiving the actual & Invisible environment

The perpetual walk in the midst of obscure regions
in the process, discovering & illuminating hidden places
consequently projecting their reflection upon other minds.

At the edge between abstraction & psychic expression
the surface becomes a place for conjuring images.

We skin dive through our dreams
into the ocean of the mind
where primordial elements are prevalent.
here, our genetic memory is at our fingertips
our eyes are open
they guide the hands
there is no premeditation
not a single stroke is foreseen.

As hands move without conscious direction
over a blank sheet of paper
spontaneous imagery emerges.

The depth of our being encompasses
hidden forces
with the potential of increasing those
on the surface
a means of capturing them
in order to submit them if necessary
to the control of our reason.

Friday, August 02, 2013


Traces of verse were found  in  between the lines

with the slip of a tongue a slick slap was delivered

the poet and entourage had less than nothing to say

not a single drop of rhythm was spilled over the poem

tempo was assumed after the dormant note was aroused.


Wednesday, July 31, 2013


Dead of night
not a soul in sight
going back a while
if I looked away
as I passed you by
in a darkened sky
without a 'hi'
the reason why
was not because
dust got in my eye
just wanted to deny
a long goodbye.


Ben bir insanim, 
köküme kadar özgür, 
olabildiğim kadar hür, 

benim hayatim burada 
ister giyinir, ister giyinmem, 
ne ben başkasina bulaşirim 
ne de başkasi bana karişabilir. 
Bu kurallari kitaplardan değil 
doğuşumdan beri bilirim, 
Bana zorbalik yapanin da 
cehaletine veririm.


Spilling the beans
Honey coated vanity is a brand of insanity
which serves to disseminate this life's irony
humility is an honest expression of humanity
when the air is pure and the water crystal clear
mother nature is near, birds shall be singing here
the slightest indication of fear could hinder the seer.


If you catch my drift
I was drifting in my dream as the current took me
I did not resist the flow, in a manner of wait and see
when it comes to the crunch, I just needed the energy
to snap out of a situation that wouldn't render me free.

Regardless, something was captured, an impression
which alters perception, accordingly in quantum layers
what appears is only relative to that moment's reflection
with infinite possibilities in store at perception's reception.